SparowChase of Bluster
Apr. 2nd, 2022 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoBriskly cold again this morning. Later it rained. And then SNOWED. The snow stuck to the ground and is still there. I remind myself this is just typical for March in Michigan. The daffodils wait patiently, their buds still tightly encased in protective green coverings. A hellebore has bloomed in the back yard! They are some of the most impervious flowers, which is why I'm trying to coax them into thriving near me.
We both woke up way too early, i.e. between 5 and 5:30, and and stayed in bed being quiet because each of us thought/hoped that maybe the other one actually was asleep. But no. I heard the birds start to sing just before dawn, around 7-ish, and gave up on the night. The Sparrowhawk soon followed. Since we were up so early anyway, we went over to the bakery, where we obtained coffee and some day-old baked goods. This proved to be a poor, although delicious, idea in my case. Some bites of a raspberry Danish, plus coffee, plus more coffee, gave me an awful tummy ache. As well as inducing a weird combination of manic and groggy, a combo with which I am all too familiar.
I changed the sheets and washed and dried a load of sheets and towels, which I could do because a nice man came and fixed the dryer. A thermo-sensitive fuse had blown, probably because SOMEONE overloaded the dryer. So perhaps we can avoid this happening again by not putting quite so many things in it at once. Good to know. He also replaced the belt, which was getting kind of old and raggedy. He said this is a great machine, and we should keep it running as long as possible, because you can't get one like this any more. Ha ha, story of my life . . . . I do intend to keep myself as well as the dryer working as long as I can. They aren't making any more like me, either. I need to avoid overloading myself so as not to blow any more fuses. Gee, this is a great metaphor. I think I'll just run it until the belt wears out.
Wrote some more, tidied the kitchen, made quiche. I had this great leek and mushroom mixture that I thought would go well in a quiche, but making the pie crust was a gumption trap. It occurred to me that there was probably a way to make a biscuit crust instead. So I tried that. I thought it could have been better. Maybe pie crust just is better, or maybe I need to practice a bit more. But the Sparrowhawk thought it was great, and had a second helping. I served it with another batch of horiatiki, and the Sparrowhawk suggested cracking open a jar of salsa, because he likes salsa on egg dishes. There ensued an amusing interlude of two old people trying to get the lid off a jar of salsa, finally giving up and moving on to a DIFFERENT jar of salsa, which yielded to our persuasions. It was a good idea. In a fit of pique caused by the snow, we decided to make another One Very Last Fire, and sat in the living room enjoying it and listening to music. (Bonus item: by way of a typo, I have invented a new turn of phrase: "a fit of puque." You may employ it as you will. I'm guessing it's something that cats have fairly often.)
We both woke up way too early, i.e. between 5 and 5:30, and and stayed in bed being quiet because each of us thought/hoped that maybe the other one actually was asleep. But no. I heard the birds start to sing just before dawn, around 7-ish, and gave up on the night. The Sparrowhawk soon followed. Since we were up so early anyway, we went over to the bakery, where we obtained coffee and some day-old baked goods. This proved to be a poor, although delicious, idea in my case. Some bites of a raspberry Danish, plus coffee, plus more coffee, gave me an awful tummy ache. As well as inducing a weird combination of manic and groggy, a combo with which I am all too familiar.
I changed the sheets and washed and dried a load of sheets and towels, which I could do because a nice man came and fixed the dryer. A thermo-sensitive fuse had blown, probably because SOMEONE overloaded the dryer. So perhaps we can avoid this happening again by not putting quite so many things in it at once. Good to know. He also replaced the belt, which was getting kind of old and raggedy. He said this is a great machine, and we should keep it running as long as possible, because you can't get one like this any more. Ha ha, story of my life . . . . I do intend to keep myself as well as the dryer working as long as I can. They aren't making any more like me, either. I need to avoid overloading myself so as not to blow any more fuses. Gee, this is a great metaphor. I think I'll just run it until the belt wears out.
Wrote some more, tidied the kitchen, made quiche. I had this great leek and mushroom mixture that I thought would go well in a quiche, but making the pie crust was a gumption trap. It occurred to me that there was probably a way to make a biscuit crust instead. So I tried that. I thought it could have been better. Maybe pie crust just is better, or maybe I need to practice a bit more. But the Sparrowhawk thought it was great, and had a second helping. I served it with another batch of horiatiki, and the Sparrowhawk suggested cracking open a jar of salsa, because he likes salsa on egg dishes. There ensued an amusing interlude of two old people trying to get the lid off a jar of salsa, finally giving up and moving on to a DIFFERENT jar of salsa, which yielded to our persuasions. It was a good idea. In a fit of pique caused by the snow, we decided to make another One Very Last Fire, and sat in the living room enjoying it and listening to music. (Bonus item: by way of a typo, I have invented a new turn of phrase: "a fit of puque." You may employ it as you will. I'm guessing it's something that cats have fairly often.)
